"THE POLITE SPEECH WITHOUT SOUND"

( The Polite Speech Without Sound - the redux definitive draft ) for Anthony DiMichele.

The Polite Speech Without Sound

Without William's spear ... that last scene
Uneventful ... strange in a mere oblivion
The polite speech without sound ... arranged
With mighty intentions in defined echoes
Projected between cadences of the now

The now that has been realised with
The essence of a woman farewelled
Her name between my lips and fingers
How I have loved revolutionaries
I draw them by name for a friend in tears
And for all holly men in stasis

I give all except my agony ... the rest
Is unbalanced fear

The joy found in the mountains
Of white horses
With shepherds and gurus
Reciting all the forgotten Saints
So the stars behind your own vision
Behind your moon beams

Unnecessary firewood drums and
The wealth of time as the amber
Blood memento ... but
As historical shifts in the mind's
Vision is unyieldingly close against
The duplicity of her soul as she
Builds a fence of green acacia seedlings
To dream of the sea ...

So a legendary punishment
Is all forgotten
As I play the sandman
To her open eyed sleep
In the photographed joy
Of mulatto winds ... sleepless
In a dream within the shift
Of a panthers discourse that cut
Lingering through the sugar cane
Only to returm
With an avalanche of words ... yours

End